Author Anne Birrell Artemisia Village ā whose is this land? It's for teeming souls and spirits, none wise, none fool. The King of Ghosts, how he hurries them along! Man is fated never to linger long. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments